The Neighborhood Cul De Sac

The grass doesn’t shine as green as it once did 

Our innocence is gone

Everyone has moved away or moved on 

It’s not the same anymore

Suddenly, the smell of those sugary popsicles disappeared 

It's now the awful smell of gasoline 

The world we built and imagined bright 

Is now just a dull neighborhood cul de sac in sight

Our games of tag turned into short conversations 

There’s no good flow, they are forced

It’s not the same anymore 

That bright blue picnic table is not as vibrant 

We notice the chipping paint

We noticed our disconnect 

We are noticing our world change 

It’s not the same anymore 

Those bikes and scooters we rode with no worries

Turned into school work with no guarantees 

Going through the motions of life with no break 

It’s like we work a 9-5 office job to stay awake 

It’s not the same anymore 

Our summers feel short and winters long 

They’re not as innocent 

So many responsibilities

You have to take a step back and realize 

Our childhood is gone 

It will never be the same again